Thranduil

— They want to bury him.
— Yes.
— If this is love, I do not want it. Take it from me. Please. Why does it hurt so much?
— Because it was real.

— Why did you do that? You promised to set him free.
— And I did. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders.

— You will not turn away. Not this time.
— Get out of my way.
— The Dwarves will be slaughtered.
— Yes, they will die. Today... tomorrow... one year hence, a hundred years from now. What does it matter? They are mortal.
— You think your life is worth more than theirs, when there is no love in it? There is no love in you.